“Fine.” My teeth gritted.
I stuck the card in the space behind my phone and its case. For later. Maybe.
6
Preston
It was Saturday but I went into work anyway just to distract myself. I squirmed all day as if my body itched.
I knew why. Sage was the reason.
I’d given him my card but he hadn’t called. Of course, it was too early yet. I knew that. But I kept checking my phone anyway.
Usually, when I met someone and hoped they’d call, it wasn’t any big deal. The attraction was shallow, not formed yet, so I put it out of my mind. If they called, they called and that was that. Or I’d call them.
Sage was different. First, I didn’t have his number. Second, all I’d done was hold him, yet a connection had seemed to form. At least on my end.
I wasn’t sure why. I’d never had daddy leanings before.
Charles had called me on my lunch break and wanted to know about my evening.
“Why are you at work on a Saturday?” he asked.
“It was piling up. I’m leaving in a couple hours.”
“Did you have a good time last night?”
“Sure. It was good for me to get out.”
“Yeah, but anything of interest?”
“Not sure. You know. Cute guys all around but I’m thirty-five. I’m looking for something more substantial.”
I had been less than honest with my long-time friend. As if hiding from the reality that I wanted Sage or that anything more than a nice hug had happened between us. Correction: a nice long hug lasting more than an hour.
I never mentioned any of that to him.
I left work around three in the afternoon. Sure, there was always more to do but I updated all the current reports and answered all my e-mail. I left early. It was the weekend after all.
On the way home, I drove by the club. Not sure why. It wasn’t open yet but I figured it would be the busiest on a Saturday night. I didn’t stop but drove on. I had no plans to go there… maybe not for a while. If I ran into Sage, it might be nice. But he could call me if he wanted to. I would be patient.
On my way home I grabbed take out. My plan was to forget about last night and become a couch potato in front of the TV with junk food. I'd work out an extra hour tomorrow to make up for it.
Now on my couch in my softest comfy sweats, I ate and watched a comedy.
By bedtime I was ready to scroll the Internet for fun.
I had just set my phone aside when it dinged a text message. I figured it was Charles and ignored it. It dinged again.
I reached for it and opened my texts.
Hi,this is Sage. We met last night.
I almost jumpedout of the bed. My computer slid from my lap and I had to catch it before it hit the floor. Then I sat back against my pillows and read the text again.
My heart began to race as I typed a response.
Of course.I remember.
